Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.